No sausage?" he asked. Apparently my pork consumption habits were a matter of public record.

We Deveauxs preferred to talk you to death, rather than face you in physical combat.

Braiiinnnnssss," we said in unison. "It's both sad and incredibly impressive that you were all ready with that one.

Hot tea," he said, holding the cups. "It's just wrong.

Welsh is an actual, currently used language and our next-door neighbors Angela and Gaenor spoke it. It sounds like Wizard.

No sausage?" he asked. Apparently my pork consumption habits were a matter of public record.

There is no normal. I've never met a normal person. The concept is flawed. It implies that there is only one way people are supposed to be, and that can't possible be true. Human experience is far too varied.